I have a month left in Kansas City.
A month from now will be my last day at Unbound. A month from now my parents will help me load up the U-Haul and cart my belongings back to Kentucky. A month from now I’ll leave my home.
I’ve spent this evening very sad about this fact. And in the practice of self-compassion (shoutout to my therapist!) I want to allow myself to feel sad and feel ok with the fact that I feel sad. Feeling sad about leaving this midwest home in 30ish days, about saying goodbye to a workplace that has taught me about dignity and gratitude and hope. Sad about parting ways with friends who feel like family. Saying goodbye to taco nights and games of pool and late-night drives to the Memorial. A chapter is coming to a close.
We flip the page, take a breath, excited for what will come next.
Doesn’t mean we can’t be sad by the pages already read, now does it?
God placed Kansas City on my heart about a month before graduating college. I had no family here, no career prospects, no agenda. He allowed my job, roommates and housing situation to fall neatly into place-so neat and perfect that I couldn’t even question the decision. And amidst the excitement (and slight panic) of moving here and entering “the real world”, I heard the Lord say, “2 years, Katie. 2 years.” To which I responded in typical Katie fashion, “…uh yeah, ok God. Idk what that means but ok, sure, whatever.”
This July will mark 2 years here. He’s bringing me back east a little earlier (because TRAINING CAMP), but you get the idea, right??
The Lord is so faithful to us. His plans surpass mine in every way. Every single freaking way. And when He whispered to me this past August, “Hey Kate-I want you to do the World Race,” I said, “Ok, God.” Because I don’t know the plans that He has for me, but I know that whatever they are, they will be good.
Sometimes saying “ok” means that you will be sad. I have committed my heart to this truth. I’ve also had to commit my heart to trusting that God will pave the way for this trip with the effortlessness in which He orchestrated my move to KC. Trusting in the logistical nightmare things to line up. Trusting in being fully financially supported. Trusting life in the way that it moves on. That we’re all moving on all the time, some of us just a little farther distance-wise than others. Trusting that my people here won’t forget me, even if I don’t call KCMO home when I return from the field. Trusting that trusting is the only way I can get through all of this (does that make sense–it does in my brain!).
All that to say, a month is a short amount of time. But also plenty of time. A lot has to (and will!) happen, and I’m so excited for what is to come! I’m also pretty jazzed by the way God has been stretching me these past few months and can only pray that He continues to do just that. Ahhhh, life is nuts!!
OK. So that’s me right now (a little scatter-brained per usual). Here’s to making this last month here in the great state of MO count! And here’s to an adventure that’s only getting started.
Pssst, you can be praying for my training camp in Georgia June 4-14. I have no idea what to expect (they’ve intentionally been giving minimal information to keep us on our toes!), but I know God’s gonna show up. Would you pray for me as I meet my awesome squad mates who will no longer just be faces on social media? Would you pray that we’re equipped and ready to hit the ground running come August? Thanks, fam. xx
